Lost Creek Hollow Perfect

Joss was prepared to learn next to nothing at the meeting, and was fairly certain nothing was going to concern or interest him. He sat and listened with ears slightly turned back in a relaxed sort of manner, but as soon as Trea- no, Arbiter- spoke his name, they flattened. His dull grey eyes opened in surprise and he looked more alive now, spooked as he was, than he usually did. He hated having the attention drawn to himself, and now, he found out, Arbiter wanted to speak to him about something. He swallowed hard and simply nodded, clenching his jaws together. What did she want? He certainly felt singled out, and did his best to avoid eye contact with everyone else, so they might not get any ideas or start talking about him. 

He failed to go unnoticed, however- and he felt the kids looking at him with keen interest. He hadn't heard what they'd said- and frankly, would have been quite offended if he'd realized that they thought he might be a coyote- but he had to use all the restraint he had in order to keep himself from sending an icy glare there way to stop them from looking at him with such interest. Had he done so- and had he been free to flash his teeth at them in a warning- he was certain he'd get in trouble, so he refrained. 

Fortunately, others began to peel off and leave, so he did the same, slipping off into the wilderness without acknowledging the pups at all. All he could do was hope and pray that Arbiter wasn't going to ask him to be a babysitter.